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Work Horse

Work Horse

from 12.00

On the tracks behind Tom’s Foods west of 10th Avenue.

The “workhorse” as I call him , spoke to me as I walked by. The old guy reminded me of a son, father and then a grandfather. A man that works so hard all his life but is often forgotten when his usefullness is gone. Still a strong powerful soul he stands ready to help but no one comes, he is no longer needed.

The workhorse is as common as a working horse. He was good in his time, he did his job, worked hard but there are no books to tell his story, no statues to mark his accompishments, no family to remember him - he is history.